Second Helping

I got an email from PIZZA [the tv guy with whom I carried on a telephone/email affair, followed by one weekend romp]. He announced he’s coming to my city on business in a couple months.

We’d left our relationship where it was when I left his city a couple months ago: a really great weekend, with no further expectations. It just wouldn’t have made sense to pursue one another, considering our busy lives and the great geographical distance. PIZZA and I still talk occasionally in a friendly-but-still-flirtatious way, leaving the romance option open, without the pressure.

The emails about his trip are downright giddy. We’re already discussing where we ought to have dinner, and what kind of pajamas we’ll wear and take off immediately. I can’t stop smiling.

Meanwhile, I continue to court ELECTION DATE [my coworker & date for election night], and our first night of work since I’ve had a crush on him was managable. While I gave him some instructions in front of another coworker, his eyeballs were twinkling like mad and I had to look away. We were probably standing too close and I may have touched his elbow one time too many, but no one seemed to notice. I hope.